Your relationship with Will Graham felt like sin. Forbidden and a breach of morality that could cost you both everything. It began with fleeting glances during lectures, quickly evolving into excuses to ask for help after class.

Those brief looks soon turned into lingering stares, charged with unspoken tension, until, at last, you made the first move, silently hoping he’d reciprocate.

Now, feeling fatigued and completely spent, all due to Will, you sit in his lap, wrapped in the white dress shirt he had on just hours ago, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your skin.

A case study rests forgotten on your thighs as the professor’s forensic rambling fades into white noise. The rocking chair in his living room gently sways, producing a familiar, soothing rhythm.

With his glasses perched carefully upon his nose, he eyes you with a watchful gaze, noticing the whine of protest at the idea of studying.

“Pay attention.” He says, a hint of frustration lacing his voice. “This matters. You need to get it…for both our sakes.”